Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 102

"No, what I mean is, I mean..."

For a moment, Dein realized what he'd said without thinking. Wait, why am I even doing this? It's true that this guy is sticking to me way too much.

If I don’t speak harshly, he won’t get it. On top of that, I need to make him realize that there’s no future for the next three months so that he’ll back off more easily. If I respond too vaguely, it could lead to worse results later...

The internal conflict began again, but the answer was already clear. Dein was aware that his own feelings had started to soften. There's no helping it. He exhaled a short breath and spoke.

"Pretty, no matter how good-looking your face is, if I see it all day long, I’ll get tired. And I’m not used to spending this much time with someone, not to mention that it doesn’t suit my personality. It’s annoying."

He pointed out the fundamental issue as clearly as possible.

"Even with lovers, the form is different for everyone. You might like sticking around, but I hate it. Don’t you think we should adjust to each other, pretty? Pushing only one person's preferences isn’t what a healthy relationship should be."

He thought this should be understood.

He waited for Grayson’s response, thinking that he had made a cold, realistic judgment. But for some reason, Grayson just tilted his head with an expression that was impossible to read.

"Did you understand what I said?"

Unable to wait any longer, Dein prodded him, and Grayson suddenly smiled brightly. That face again... When Dein furrowed his brows, Grayson answered.

"I have no idea."

"Haah."

Just as expected. Dein covered his face with one hand and sighed deeply, then suddenly remembered something.

"You've dated someone before, right? What was it like with them? Did they like it when you stuck to them like this?"

No one, even a lover, would like this level of clinginess, right? He asked, convinced, and Grayson scratched his head, then laughed again, in a forced manner.

"I didn’t chase them around like this back then."

This bastard! Dein's frustration built up, and the veins in his temples stood out.

"Then why are you doing this to me? Why the hell are you bothering me like this?"

"Because you’re my true love."

The natural reply made Dein unable to even shout. He clenched his fists, raising them in the air, trembling slightly. He had so many things to say but couldn’t bring himself to speak. After his mind swarmed with curses, he sighed, exhausted, and let his shoulders slump.

"You’re too controlling."

Dein spoke in a tired voice.

"I hate being obsessed with and clung to. That’s why I hated dating anyone. If you just keep it moderate, I’d be willing to accept it to some extent."

Grayson scratched his chin as if thinking, then asked.

"How moderate is moderate?"

Uncertain about the question, Dein answered right away.

"Don’t contact me until I reach out first, and don’t just show up in front of me on your own."

Grayson still didn’t seem convinced and asked.

"So, when will you contact me and show up?"

Dein answered as it came to him.

"When I feel like it."

That should be enough, he thought, but Grayson didn’t give in so easily.

"I can’t stop thinking about you all day. What about you?"

When the unexpected question came up, Dein hesitated. Grayson looked down at him with a knowing expression.

"If you feel the same, I can wait."

Dein stared at him in silence, then rubbed his face with one hand. He muttered, covering his face with his palm.

"...I’ll try."

"Good."

He thought, this should be it, and lowered his hand, only to see Grayson standing there, holding his hand out.

"...What?"

"My phone."

Grayson shook his hand again, urging him.

"You don’t know my phone number, so give me your phone."

Without breaking eye contact with Grayson, Dein took out his phone from his back pocket and placed it in his palm with a thud. Grayson opened the phone but immediately frowned.

"What’s this? No lock screen?"

The expected answer came.

"It’s a hassle."

Grayson shrugged and skillfully pressed buttons to save his phone number. Thinking it would be over quickly, Dein held out his hand and waited. But surprisingly, it took Grayson quite a bit of time before he finally returned the phone.

"What took so long..."

Dein paused when he checked the phone. At the top of the contacts was "Love, Grayson." Dein silently stared at # Nоvеlight # it before erasing "Love." Grayson made an unhappy face, but Dein ignored it as expected.

"Do I need to give you my number too?"

Dein asked as he put his phone back in his back pocket. He thought Grayson would call him, but it turned out he only saved the number. This was unexpected. Grayson answered casually when Dein’s curiosity showed.

"It’s fine, I already know."

"Hah..."

Dein let out a tired sigh. Though he had never given it to him directly, he didn’t bother to argue. He knew from experience it was a waste of time. Grayson continued to demand something.

"Now that you know my number, send me a message whenever you think of me. Even just a dot is fine. A call would be even better. Then I’ll accept your way of doing things."

"What...?"

Before he could argue about the absurdity of that, Grayson suspiciously asked.

"You told me not to lie to you, but you’re not lying now, right?"

Dein was taken aback for a moment but had no ground to argue. He paused for a second before casually replying.

"Of course. So, is this conversation over? I’m leaving first."

Dein didn’t waste any more time and turned around, walking away. He could feel Grayson following behind, but it couldn’t be helped. They worked at the same place.

At least they weren’t riding in the same car.

He climbed into his old car, started the engine, and thought. If he had to keep listening to that damn ‘heart-heart’ song during his commute, he might end up choking Grayson someday.

But Dein knew well that he was just delaying the inevitable, and nothing had really been solved. freewёbnoνel.com

"What are you doing, Dein? Since earlier?"

Deandre asked as he watched Dein sitting on a folding chair, shaking one leg and texting on his phone. As quitting time approached, he became anxious. He had never focused on one person so intensely in his life. If this was Grayson Miller's scheme, it was certainly working. Since lunch, and into the afternoon, Dein had started to grow restless, repeatedly taking his phone out and putting it back in, just to send a text to Grayson.

Curious, Deandre glanced at Dein’s phone and was shocked.

"What’s this? Why are there so many dots?"

He asked while alternating between looking at Dein’s face and his phone, but Dein had no intention of answering. In the end, Deandre left, still curious. Dein ignored him and stared at the phone screen. As Deandre had said, the text messages Dein had sent were just a string of dots in a line.

In contrast, the messages from the other side were endlessly long.

[My dear Dein, did you see the cloud that just passed? It looked just like a hotdog! Isn’t it amazing that a hotdog is floating in that blue sky? It was as majestic as my Virginia. Haha!]

[My dear Dein, checking the chainsaw is a life-or-death task. Every time I check it, I think I should get a hazard pay raise. What do you think? Want to sue together? If we hire Miller Law Firm, we could get a million dollars. If it’s just the two of us, we’d get 500,000 each. Of course, I’d give up my share for your lovely two Venuses. But then, you have to bury your face in them and kiss them thoroughly!]

[My dear Dein, do you know that ants are either worker ants or play ants? Do you think the ant passing under my feet is a worker or a play ant? Since they’re going together, maybe they’re heading out to play too. How about we go play like those ants this weekend?]

[My dear Dein.]

[My dear Dein.]

[My dear Dein.]

[...]

Dein’s face turned pale from the endless messages.